Tempting (11 page)

“Ah. Well, maybe another time. By the way, you should bring your coat to class. We’re supposed to get snow over the weekend.”

I looked down at the comforter I’d wrapped around myself. “I don’t have a coat yet.” I hadn’t had a chance to buy one, nor the funds for it. But I was too proud to tell him that, so I just said, “But thanks for the tip, mom. I’ll work on it.”

“Hey,” he chided. “I’m just looking out for your legs. You wore a skirt to class today—not exactly winter weather appropriate.”

“I’m glad you noticed.”

He huffed a breath through the phone. “Of course I noticed. The heels, remember?”

I smiled. “They’re great heels.”

“Hey, I have to go. But text me from now on. It’ll be easy.”

“Roger that.”

“Get a coat.”

“Maybe.” I liked bossy Nathan. But my spine was steel and even if I liked being told what to do, it was in my nature to be contrary.

W
alking
out into the darkening parking lot, I waved goodbye to one of my colleagues who was making the same quick escape that I was after that boring as hell faculty meeting. Even though Daylight Savings hadn’t kicked in yet, the sun was setting markedly earlier, no longer keeping the already bare trees covered in light much past seven-thirty.

Since the fall colors had peaked early and disappeared with the same quickness, dusk held an eerie glow with the way it wrapped around the skeletal trees. It made everything feel colder too, when the trees lost their vibrant clothing. Letting out one shiver, I shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket.

The warm reprieve to my fingers was sobering, bringing back the memory of Adele wrapping herself in that threadbare, obviously fake jacket. She’d been embarrassed when I’d brought it up, brushing off her clear financial burden. The simple, worn furnishings definitely hadn’t gone unnoticed either time I was at her place. Okay, they had the first time, I had to admit. I hadn’t been paying attention to a damn thing except her that night.

Still, a week after my giving in to her, I felt like I was living in a tunnel. I couldn’t see, hear, feel, or smell anything but her. The sex was so, so good that I walked around in a constant state of improvident arousal, high off of what she was making me feel. I greedily inhaled her emails and fought every instinct to show up at her place in the middle of the night, just so I could touch and taste and devour and claim.

So this new feeling, this desire to help her, make her simple life a little easier, was disquieting. I pushed it down though, not feeling equipped to break down and label every single thing I was doing with her. Instead I pulled my phone out and tapped out a text message to her, something I rarely did.

I
grinned
when I saw her last reply, turning the key in my car’s ignition. Instead of replying, like I’m sure she was waiting for me to do, I simply slipped my phone back in my pocket and took off toward her apartment, now very grateful for the impending darkness.

“
W
hat’s
with the cloak and dagger?” Adele asked as she slid into the passenger seat of my running car. I hadn’t gotten out to get her or opened the door like I’d been trained to do my whole life. But that was date behavior, and nothing Adele and I had ever done would approach the same polite courtesies that could qualify as that.

“We have an errand to run,” I said, giving her a brief glance and shaking my head at the fact that she wasn’t wearing her jacket at all. “Aren’t you cold?”

She shrugged, running a hand over the dashboard of my car. “I’m kind of used to it by now. Umm, this car is sexy. You realize that, right?”

Of course I did. I was a guy, and I drove a black 2015 BMW M6 Gran Coupe. It was what would happen if the greatest car in the world got knocked up by the mother of all orgasms and then gave birth. Instead I just smiled and watched her run her thin, graceful fingers over every surface she could touch. I thought she might look out of place in my car, but with her leggings, ratty denim skirt, banged-up cowboy boots, Rolling Stones t-shirt, messy ponytail and fresh face, she looked shockingly at ease against the leather seats.

“God,” she moaned and sank into the bucket seat, “I should do you just for letting me ride in this beauty.”

“Yes, but then we might mess up the seats.” I looked over at her. “That’s not allowed.”

Adele rolled her eyes, and turned to the window, looking at our surroundings. “Seriously, where are you taking me?”

I didn’t answer, just reached across the console and gripped the top of her thigh, loving the way that I could feel the heat of her skin clear through the soft material of her leggings. She shifted so she was angled toward me and I dug my fingers harder into her toned flesh. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly impatient?”

“A time or two,” she said on a sigh.

We drove the rest of the way in contented silence, and I never felt the need to remove my hand, just let it settle on her. For some reason, the fact that she didn’t try to hold my hand back or seduce me during the drive made me happy. It was possible for us to just
be
in the same space together.

When I swung the car into the parking lot, she gave me a curious look that I could see clearly in my peripheral thanks to the cuts of light that came through the window.

Toward the back of the lot, where there weren’t any bright lights illuminating the empty row of spots, I pulled my car and threw it in park.

“Is this the part where we do it?”

I sighed and leaned up, extracting my wallet from the back pocket of my pants. When I’d pulled the cash from my wallet, I held it up between us, relishing the way her brows folded in toward each other, over her narrowed eyes.

“You have two choices—”

“I pick the sex,” she said instantly.

“—you can go in yourself and find a coat that you like, or you can wait here while I pick something out for you.”

Her mouth dropped open, her forehead smoothing instantly.

“But just know, I’ll probably get your size wrong and will pick the biggest, puffiest coat that will cover you from the bottom of your chin to your knees.”

“You’re buying me a coat,” she said slowly, eyes moving rapidly between mine.

I nodded. “You have ten seconds before I go in there and find one. Puffy. To the knee.”

Adele reached for the money tentatively, eyes taking on a vulnerable wideness that I’d never seen on her before. I smiled when she finally grabbed it and shoved it into the front pocket of her skirt. Before she left the car, she looked back and gave me a shy smile.

“Thank you.”

“Go, before I change my mind.”

I chuckled at how quickly the door slammed shut and once she was out of the car, I took a deep breath. A lingering smell remained after she’d left, and I shamelessly inhaled it. It wasn’t flowery, wasn’t even all that feminine. It was spicy, almost like sandalwood, something you’d typically find in cologne. But there was the slightest sweet edge to it. Vanilla, maybe. Sandalwood and vanilla.

Honestly, it just smelled like sex to me, probably because sex with Adele had redefined what the word meant. Perfect. Thinking the word sex in the same sentence with Adele was making me hard. While I sat there, thinking about Shakespeare and conjugating verbs and dead kittens, anything to take my mind off se—that word I wasn’t going to think about tonight, the passenger door was yanked open.

“That didn’t take long.”

“No,” she said, tossing the bag into the back seat. I raised my eyebrows. Then they kept going up when she stripped her shirt off over her head, leaving her in just a hot pink satin bra, her breasts pushed up over the cups. “But this is going to.”

Then she slid over the console and straddled my lap. I held up my hands, frantically looking out the windows into the yawning darkness. “Adele, what the fuck are you doing?”

She swiveled her hips, grinding on my instantly hard cock. Fucking traitor. Then she dipped in and kissed me. I mean, she kissed the hell out of me, sucking my tongue into her mouth and biting at my lips like she was starving. I slid my hands up her thighs, belatedly noticing that her leggings had disappeared during her trip into the store. So I did what any red-blooded, heterosexual male would do when a half-naked woman wearing cowboy boots straddled his lap and started fucking his mouth. I fucked it right back, making lewd motions with my tongue against hers. After a few minutes, she pulled back and just breathed heavily.

“You bought me a coat,” she whispered, voice shaky and eyes bright with moisture.

“Hey,” I said, cupping the side of her face, “please don’t cry. I couldn’t take it.”

Using the pad of her thumb, Adele followed the bottom curve of my lip all the way around to the top, watching it the whole time. When she rested it in the middle of my mouth, pressing down so that it was like I was kissing her finger, she finally met my eyes.

Without a word, Adele shifted backward on my lap so she could reach her hands down and undo the buckle of my belt, pulling down the zipper and reaching in to pull my cock out with a tight fist, making slow twisting motions from root to tip. The lack of light around us made every movement of her hands, every touch of her body against mine heightened. We kissed, slow and deep, tilting our heads so we could explore.

I ran my hand up her stomach and only stopped when I reached the satin edge of her bra. Tugging it down, I used my thumb to rim circles around her nipple. The cold metal of her piercing grazed the edge of my thumb, but I didn’t move away from the edge of her areola. The tight, rippled flesh against my skin made my mouth water, because I knew how good it would taste, but I didn’t move to bite at it, because everything in the moment felt slow and steady. Like someone had plunged us underwater, muffling the sounds and sights around us.

We laughed into each other’s mouths while she struggled to fit her legs on either side of my hips until I finally reached down to slide my seat back so we could actually fit.

When she settled and rose up over me again, we stopped laughing. Our mouths met in long, lingering kisses. Adele canted her hips in small back and forth motions, positioning my cock so that the hot, wet flesh of her pussy slid across it. She’d stop when her clit hit the head of my dick and make these tiny mewling sounds. Sounds that I swallowed with my mouth, not wanting to lose them into the empty spaces of my car.

It had gotten so dark out, I could barely make out her facial features. I ran my hands up her back and twisted them into her hair, not gripping and pulling like I normally would have, just luxuriating in the smooth feel of the strands. We both shifted at the same time and my cock almost slipped in. Adele froze at the exact moment I did, our gazes locked.

“There’s a condom in the center console,” I whispered against her lips. I couldn’t tell what her reaction was, whether she was disappointed that I wasn’t ready for that step, that I didn’t trust her enough to slide bare into her hot, drenched pussy. I was clean, that wasn’t the issue. I was clean as a fucking monk, but I wasn’t about to risk any baby Adeles at this point.

While she leaned over to open the compartment, she kept poised right where we’d almost slipped. She was so scalding hot, so wet that it would take nothing, just a deep breath, and I’d slide right in and probably want to die at how good it would feel. But I used my hands and coasted them up her thighs again, pushing her skirt up around her waist, coming around to dig my hands into the firm globes of her ass. Using her teeth to rip open the foil package, Adele dragged a free hand down to cup her breast, lifting it up toward my mouth like an offering.

I closed my mouth around the nipple, drawing her deeper into my mouth, flicking the piercing with my tongue in short, quick movements that had her cursing and undulating over me again.

I released her tit with a loud pop, glaring up at her because I wanted to fuck her so badly I thought my skin might combust. “Get the damn condom on, Adele.”

With quick, practiced movements, she pinched the top of the condom and rolled it efficiently down my hard length. I couldn’t even give a flying fuck that she’d obviously done it a few times, I just needed
in.
Once she took her hands off me and gripped the back of my head again, I fisted the base of my cock, lifted her up slightly with my other hand and notched the head into her pussy. Our eyes met and held while she sank down oh so slowly, until our thighs met, until I was completely wrapped up in her warmth, the walls of her pussy clamping down once like she’d squeezed.

“Ohhhhhh shit,” she groaned, staying still for a moment while she adjusted to my size. Then she started to move. Just small movements, up and down and up and down, like she was reticent to rush us through to orgasm. Moving my hands from where I’d been gripping her hips, I wrapped my arms around her waist and dropped my forehead to her throat.

My heart beat like a bass drum in my chest and I actively tried not to crush her ribs, I was holding her so tightly. Those tiny rocking motions of her hips went straight from my cock into my veins, the sensations so overwhelming, chasing and rolling after each other until I couldn’t decipher their origin.

“You feel so good, Adele. So fucking good.” I started tilting my hips up every time she rocked down and it triggered the telltale tingle at the base of my spine. I held it off, not wanting this to end. Ever.

“It’s you, Nathan. It’s only this good with you.” Adele dropped her head back and started moving faster and harder, her tits bouncing and shaking with every downward motion.

That quietly spoken admission made me want to beat my chest and howl out into the world. I was making her feel this way. I was taking this untamed, savage being, this woman who could bring any man to his knees, and I was making her shudder and scream with pleasure.